I had previously criticized Javed Jaghai on his naivete and intolerance with regard to the victims of the Jamaican political system. On top of that, he openly admits to liking men’s testicles. While the idea that anyone would fantasize about men’s testicles disgusts me, so does my classmate who picks her nose with her pinky finger. Thus, having worked and lived with battymanism, and its female counterpart, battywomanism, their subcultures do not bother or threaten
What has bothered me, since this morning, is this (Trigger Alert!: Some Gay Shit at the top of the linked page! Close your eyes and scroll down for 1/2 second):
Time and again, I see good people stand by as violence is inflicted upon defenseless victims……The onlookers in traffic may have sympathized with us but they dared not defend us. If these windscreen-wipers had assaulted me, many Jamaicans would have called in to radio programs and would sound off on social media to express that while they don’t ‘condone the homosexual lifestyle,’ they don’t feel it is appropriate to physically harm gay people. Some may even graciously offer a word of caution that we should be mindful of the cultural context and shouldn’t do anything that might trigger such a violent response from the sexuality police.
That particular spot where Mr. Jahgai was confronted can be thought of as an intersection between the poor people of Standpipe, with their ghetto values, and situational ethics, and the upper- and – middle class residents of Barbican and Liguanea, with their ghetto values and situational ethics. The differences can be quite jarring, especially if you do not realize that, despite the obvious differences in wealth, the street sweeper and the those hoity-toity people in their fancy cars are essentially the same thing. One thing we can be sure of. When we read the Bible, the would not have been walking with Christ in the New Testament, but been cursed out by the Prophets of Old.
This is what Mr Jaghai failed to realize in his guest essay on Veritas. Jamaican political parties are not the problem. We are. The only reason the parties exist is because the Jamaican people dreamed the into reality to help them against the British, and later each other. The parties are not some ideological geniuses. They are election machines. They exist because we are too afraid to confront the System, when it was Neo-Capitalism, Post-Colonialism, Neo-Liberalism, and now, Hypercapitalism. When we decide to stop grouping together like sheep, stand up, take risks, and engage in private enterprise and individual action, then they will die off.
Now, I don’t know what Jesus would , have don, but I know what I would have had done. Had I come upon them yesterday, during my usual walk from Papine to Half-Way-Tree, I would have had probably been blogging a longer post about the following:
- Some funny looking niggas (the gays and the window cleaners)
- The risk aversion among the observers. Yes getting shot or stabbed hurts (personal experience), but that is no excuse to stop you from doing the right thing.
- The fact that one guy had to call a whole bunch of dudes to gang-up on some blonde, coollie faggots. Thus proving that your average Jamaican gay man has more balls that your average Jamaican “rude boy”
- That if a man swings a cutlass at you (or nearby homosexuals), raise your left arm straight up to block his right arm, then use your right arm to catch him in an armbar.
At the end of the day, its up to you if you want to be a leader, or cheerleader. If you are not sure what to do, just remember, be a hero, don’t fall to the masses.